You know you are about to pop when…

I stole this picture from The Husband’s Instagram. He was checking if his sister was awake.

The cashcard In-Vehicle UnitÂ seems like a mile away from your steering wheel.
Your belly starts to steer the wheel for you.*
You can no longer see the front of your car when you drive up a multi storey carpark.
You pray for big open parking lots because you cannot weave through cars like Christy Cheung. Then again, I think nobody else can lah.
Squatting cubicles with no side handles scare you.
Filthy, wet squatting cubicles with no side handles terrify you so much you mutter “I cannot give birth here. I cannot give birth here” while you pee.
You make your mardder so nervous with the squatter toilet story, she DEMANDS you to bring a whistle along when you go pee. Had to remind her that the handphone is easier and can call The Husband to break into the cubicle much faster than the whistle.
When doing laundry, the detergent dispenser drawer (on a front loader) is a deadly weapon.
When getting dressed, the reflection of your enormous belly shocked you into tears. “Am I going to explode today?”
You have to lasso your underwear to your leg in order to put it on.
After you lasso one leg in, you take 1 more min to lift the other leg through the other hole without tripping over yourself.
You have trouble wiping/scratching/inspecting your ass.
You hoist your belly up with your hands as you walk up 2 miserable steps. This would be fine if you are expecting multiples. Very dramatic sight when there is only 1 tenant in your belly.
You have trouble rolling yourself out of bed.
Crocs sandals are the best thing since Justin Timberlake’s SNL Single Ladies performance. To me at least.
You no longer walk. You waddle.
People think you are taking a slow leisure walk when in reality you are Zumba-ing to the tune of Boom Boom Pow in your head.
The top portion of many of your clothes are always full of bits of food at the end of the day. Sometimes, you find food in your bra too.
You feel the need to scrub the toilets clean. Today. Now. At 3am.
You start to use your toes to pick up stuff you dropped on the floor.
You get really offended when people see you and say things like “WAH! SO BIG AH! You sure only 1 inside?”, “WAH! Must be anytime now ah?” Basically anything that starts with WAH will make me want to throw my shoe at the fella if I could bend that low to get it.
Your butt hurts when you sit anywhere or lie anywhere.
When your child tries to seek solace by running towards you to try bury his face into your belly, he end up bouncing away, holding his nose in pain.